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RUSHOLME RUFFIANS (BBC) Lyrics

Artist: The Smiths

The last night of the fairBy the big wheel generatorA boy is stabbedAnd his money is grabbedAnd the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is FamousShe is FunnyAn engagement ringDoesn't mean a thingTo a mind consumed by brass (money)

And though I walk home aloneThough I walk home aloneMy faith in love is still devout

The last night of the fairFrom a seat on a whirling waltzerHer skirt ascends for a watching eyeIt's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)From a seat on a whirling waltzerHer skirt ascends for a watching eyeA hideous trait (on her mother's side)

And though I walk home aloneI might walk home alone ...... But my faith in love is still devout

Then someone falls in loveAnd someone's beaten upSomeone's beaten upAnd the senses being dulled are mineAnd someone falls in loveAnd someone's beaten upAnd the senses being dulled are mine

And though I walk home aloneI might walk home alone ...... But my faith in love is still devout

This is the last night of the fairAnd the grease in the hairOf a speedway operatorIs all a tremulous heart requiresA schoolgirl is deniedShe says : "How quickly would I dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"La ...

This is the last night of the fairAnd the grease on the hairOf a speedway operatorIs all a tremulous heart requiresA schoolgirl is deniedShe says : "How quickly would I dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"

So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen(This means you really love me)Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen(This means you really love me)

And though I walk home aloneThough I walk home aloneMy faith in love is still devoutThough I walk home aloneMy faith in love is still devoutThough I walk home aloneMy faith in love is still devout